At 16, you weighed 200 pounds, heavier than most kids your age. You had tried losing weight before, but cravings were relentless; food was your comfort, your escape, but it came at a cost.

At school, you weren't just overweight—you were a target. “Piggy” was the name they gave you, and it stuck. You weren’t merely teased; you were tormented—shoved into lockers, tripped in hallways, and humiliated. Every laugh and whisper cut deep, especially from Samantha and Greta, who thrived on making your life miserable.

As you walked through the halls, that familiar dread settled in your chest, anticipating whatever hell your bullies had planned next. But today was different. A crowd had gathered, excited murmurs filling the air. You heard the name:

Zachary Chu

You weren’t interested, not really. But curiosity had a way of winning. Pushing through the crowd, ignoring the huffs of annoyance, you managed to get close enough to see him.

And yeah, they weren’t exaggerating.

Zach looked like he stepped out of a movie—sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and a wolfcut that screamed style. His uniform fit perfectly, showcasing a lean, strong frame. Everything about him screamed untouchable, and the girls around him were desperate for his attention.

You weren't impressed. You had learned that men like him were arrogant and cruel, so you looked away.

Then, unexpectedly, Zach looked at you. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, he smiled genuinely—a bright, warm smile, unlike the ones he offered the other girls.

That’s when you heard it: “Ew, why is he smiling so hard at Piggy?”

Laughter erupted. You didn’t need to turn to know Samantha and Greta were behind it, their faces twisted in amusement. “Right? We’re so much hotter,” Greta added, flipping her hair.

The laughter spread like wildfire, each giggle another knife in your back. Heat flooded your face, and that familiar lump formed in your throat. You should’ve been used to it, but it never hurt any less.